Sunday, June 28, 2009

Trust Me

It was kind of intimidating, being with her for the first time. I knew she had so much experience and had been with the experienced. What would I be compared to them? I was unsure if this was something I really wanted to do and I didn’t want to damage her by my ignorance to this new world.

I admire her beauty and the liberal ambiance she would bring to her environment. She was free and I want to be free, but I am afraid.

I agree with myself to take this slow. It’s ok to take my time for once. This is not something in which I will close my eyes, take the leap and hope for the best. This is a life changing experience.

I began by tracing the outline of her body with my finger tips getting to know every scratch, bump and curve, understanding who she is. Slowly I climbed on, rocking her back and forth, back and forth, feeling our weight working together.

Once she was turned on, I knew she was ready to go. She moaned and I could feel her warmth beneath me bringing butterflies up my stomach and racing through my heart. I knew this was it.

I gently rolled her throttle, let off the break, and picked up my feet.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Dear DMV Ass,

I think you need to be aware that your business hours are 7:00 a.m. – 5:30 p.m. I assume that if I walk in at 5:26 p.m. it is ok because your doors are still open for business.

Apparently you do not feel this way. You made it obvious by the sarcasm, lack of eye contact and persistent huffing with every task you had to do in order to serve me, your customer.

Now, I know, being a government employee putting in 10 minutes of overtime for someone who does pay your salary is an absolute inconvenience. If it makes you feel any better, I had the great experience of burning my lunch HOUR making numerous phone calls, being put on hold, going in circles just to end up back to you, the asshole who fucked up and gave me the wrong title. I had to leave work early, once again in order to get your fuck up straightened out. You won.



Dear Lame Ass Bank,

I should blame myself for choosing a bank that resides in Wal-mart. Need I say more?




Dear Jamba Juice,

Not only do you make a mean blend, you’re also hot. Thank you for making my day.